Category: prose
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30.10: dVerse Haibun
A Samhain Haibun On Samhain night she lit a single candle in the kitchen window, the way her grandmother had taught her: a flame for the ones who still wander. The air smelled of apples and smoke; the world had gone thin at the edges, and she thought she heard the old woman’s tread across…
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29.10: MicroDosing 60 µg
The Bone Orchard They don’t grow stones here in this bone orchard. They plant people. The soil is rich with silence, fed by stories. We tend the plots, not with water, but with memory. In spring, the only blossoms are the ones others bring. The only harvest is a name, whispered back by the wind.…
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28.10: A Six – The Book of 27
27 of 27: (De-Scribing) – a hollow gold once felt, not seen —(The unstitching and de-scribing of a binding) The Unstitching of The Book of 27 Felreil stands alone in the Scriptorium of Memory, the Book of 27 heavy as the ghost of a forgotten word, and gilded faintly with that hollow gold that glows…
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28.10: De-Scribing – The Liturgy
The 27th of 27 – The Unstitching and De-Scribing of the Bond The Liturgy for The De-Scribing — The Book of 27(as written by Felreil) I.The body’s lanterns dim,and yet we see. We seewith the soles of the feetthat know the coldof monastery stone. We seewith the palms that rememberthe weight of a crow’s feather.…
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28.10: A Six – The Book of 27
The 26th Glyph of 27 — Bellhollow – A return mistaken for grace At the Intersection Named after an English King and a Saint The Pull Back — Return to a Mad World The brass key warms in her hand, its bow pressing deep into her palm like a vow; Brigid slips the blade into…
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27.10: Bellhollow – The Liturgy
The 26th or 27th Glyph · Liturgy for Bellhollow, (from The Book of 27 – Emptiness Mistaken for Grace) I. The Sound of Emptiness It begins not as silence,but as sound’s echo —the hum in a glass bowl after the strike,the vibrationin a bell that holds no clapper. Bellhollowis the note that lingersafter the singer…
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10.24: MicroDosing 130µg
Walking Westport The sea breaks inches from where I stand. It’s a cannon’s rush on my ears. A tempest. The sound of purgatory. We’re walking fast along wet sand, the tide pushing us faster, the beach is paper-flat and straight into the west sky. We’re barefoot. Mum says it’s good for the arches of our…
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22.10: A Six – The Book of 27
24 – Briarthrest: The restlessness that follows after healing Of All the Goodbyes Brigid stands in the doorway of a house she once called hers. Behind her: packed books, a pair of curtains that never quite fit the windows, two chipped mugs (left not in carelessness, but filled with gratitude and the faint spice of…
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22.10: Briarthrest – The Liturgy
24 of 27: Briarthrest – The restlessness that follows after healing I. After the Breaking:It doesn’t come while you’re breaking.It comes afterward,the moment you find yourselfunmoored from ache. It’s not the wound.Not the grief,but a chair empty at the table.You learned to eat alone.You stopped setting a place. II. After the Healing:It is what the…
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22.10 MicroDosing 70 µg
Floriography She went barefoot into the brittle garden, the earth creaking like old knees. Dandelion nodded its tired gold; yarrow whispered of stubborn hearts. She bent and gathered what still offered itself: Queen Anne’s Lace, sage, a handful of seed, an autumn-washed grape leaf. From a chipped jug she poured moonwater, murmured gratitude to the…
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